Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-03-29

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faster.
@Won't you come. Armstrong;
asked Mr. Hcmphill.
mo, thank you. don't care much
for sailing. Besides you are quite
! enough in that craft without me. ]
should only prove Jonah. y
"Why. do you think a storm will
come onP'
ut does not look like settled weather,
must say" replied the captain eau.
tiously. But you can always scud,
you know
Thank you" replied Hcmphill.
But. seriously, Lady Pardock. if you
| fear--'
Fear, / fear? No; | ,hink Capt.
Armstrong is afraid, Let MS 90, Mr..
Hemphill." He at once gave the word
to shove off, The yacht was lying at a
! little distance out, as the tide was low.
| So we went on board. whittier Mrs.
| Cardewe had already proceeded. Capt.
Armstrong had merely taken off his hat
when Lady Paddock referred to him so
contemptuously. But | knew quite
well she respected his nature and his
| cool iirmncss, for all her coldness to
him. ] was certain she thought OF
what he said for more than once | had
heard her talking to her boy, and he
told her what his friend, the captain,
had hidden him do. Lady Pardock had
always agreed with her son on these
occasions. So when we reached the
yacht she spoke to the sailing master
and asked him what he thought of the
weather
Fair and square my lad; / think it
| will change afore night, but, so far,
see nothing to be alarmed about"
Perhaps the boy had better go
ashore" said Mr.. Cardewe.
"Nonsenser' said Mr.. Hemphill
Mrs. Farmer wants a sail as we'll rs
ourselves. Let the lad remain. You'd
like the sea, Sir Jocelynp''
"Oh, yes" he laughed, Il love the
sea.
That decided the question. l re-
NAMED, and we were soon under way,
rushing down the coast in the direc-
ton of Portland Bill. Capt. Arm
strong watched us for a while, and
then, waving his hat as farewell,
turned up the path toward the manor.
He encountered Charley and an
old fisherman on the way, and stopped,
as sailors like to talk to sailors
The Firetly's off. see sir, said old
| Barnes
Yes" replied the captain; ''she' S
bound for Lulworth and Weymouth,
/ expect the passengers will return by
train
80 do |. Sir They'll never work
ag'n this wind When the tide flows
again the wind will rise, / expect
Then they'll have line breeze tc
carry them down"
''Ay, ny, sir; little too much, I'm
thinking if il yecrs couple of points, VI
The captain nodded. Then he said
Weymouth and Charley watched
him rs he went. thinning. as he told
me afterward, how cool he was.
ii.
There are some servants who man.
age TO find out everything, or to bt
present when there is anything to find
out. | was never one of these spying
ones. for what | hear and see say out
right; but Peter, the butler. certainly
managed to pick out plums of gossip
which none Of us servants could ever
obtain glimpse of ] suspect Peter
was one of those who send paragraph:
to papers about what guests eat anu
drink, or how ladies' are dressed, anc
who they hear they are going tt
marry-a low class of gossip in my
opinion.
However. ! must say. but for Peter
we should never have heard how Cap
tain Armstrong tapped the rounc
weather glass in the hail and stood a
the garden door watching the clouds
though he only pretended to be smok
ing Peter gave him every attention a
luncheon. and waited until the Martyn
Henrys rose. Then the sailor said;
What are you going to do this af
ternoon?'
1--WE thought of going to Weymouth
for n couple of hours. We can driv,
across. or catch the o'clock train
Il intended going also. May &C
company you?" said the captain.
Il wonder you didn't go in the Fire
fly, them" remarked Miss Gladys {
can't get accustomed to Mrs. Martyr
Henry, somehow-sh she had been Mis-
Gladys Anderson).
If had. there would have been no
body to take them dry clothes" re
marked the sallor-captain.
Dry clothes. What do you mean
You don't pretend to say there will b,
rain this afternoon with this wlndp'
cried Captain Martyr Henry. ''Why
it's lovely day
so it is, acquieseed the sailor
"hut fine days do not last forever. d.
you see those long white wisps o
cloudp Do You see that dark line t,
windward, and the bank of clouds il
the southwest"
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